Time and again I have returned to this place
where I last saw my companions.
They are not here. They are gone
as surely as the day is gone
when swallowed up by night.
Try as I might I cannot find them.
I search in vain. All I see is
emptiness littering the landscape
from my feet to the horizon.
I cannot go where they are gone.
I cannot follow in their footsteps.
My destiny lies along a different path.
With a heavy heart
I turn toward the setting sun.
Judy Bandidt © May, 2013
[Inspired by the 'Journeys of Marco Polo'.]